Spring can't close the garden, so look closely at Yan. Willow leaves welcome the spring, and magpie branches spread good news. A wisp of worry spoils the scenery, and tears spill between the flowers.
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The city is full of spring breeze and sadness. Touch the strings and tell endless worries. Watch butterflies fly at the age of one or two, learn lotus steps at the age of three or four, write poems at the age of five or six, draw at the age of seven or eight, marvel at women at the age of ninety, be full of worries at the age of eleven or twelve, and watch birds at the age of thirteen or fourteen. ...
"The world is open, I would like to be a bird. I often envy the loveliness of peony and the beauty of spring flowers. Who knows sporadic dreams? Lonely years ... "The sound of the piano is like a waterfall, sending the strings with a touch of sadness. Endless elegy, endless sadness, endless life path, endless life.
Embroidered on a lotus silk, it shows my ideal ambition! It should be loved by thousands of canaries, but now the courtyard is deeply locked for life. My brother has been in Beijing for three years, and there is not a letter to report peace. Embroider a lotus and a love.
Recalling the past, I am often happier with my parents! Sighing today is a sad lock. I don't want to live like this. When will my brother have good news? Clear your mind and play the piano.
"Flowers bloom and fall again and again. I wonder where my relatives are now. Music is amazing, when can I return to the sky to soar? No one asked me about my sadness, but calligraphy and painting understood my heart. Year after year, day after day. When will the shackles be lifted ... "Tears fell silently. The wet skirt is like a flower!
Suddenly I heard the magpie calling, and I don't know whose wedding is coming. I didn't mean to caress the piano and look at the middle of the lake, but the figure was faintly visible. Too busy to see clearly, I can't see clearly. If you want to make a phone call, it's hard to ask.
On second thought, it was late at night and everyone fell asleep. Who has pity on my evil daughter? And lock your sadness in your heart and pray for your loved ones to return when the moon is full. A rustle sent me to the middle of the lake and made me sleepy.
This Xiao Sheng is so familiar and shocking. Like my brother's ears, it soothes my soul. Touch the strings and respond carefully. I wonder who's here! I am both looking forward to and afraid! I hope my brother will take me out of prison. I'm afraid it's a dead end, but I only admire the lotus in the middle of the lake!
Xiao Sheng gradually close to the ear, joy bursts into my heart. Turn around and look at the person in the photo. The invitation to miss arises spontaneously, and bosom friends are hard to find and nowhere to find. My brother is my bosom friend.
Suddenly I heard the sound of pushing the door and turned my head. Is it true?/You don't say. Is it fake? Is it a dream or an illusion? The man in front of you is the man in the photo. Holding it in Xiao's hand, the scholar's breath has not changed, and his smile warms people's hearts.
"I'm back! From then on, I won't let my sister endure the pain of imprisonment. I will go back to the Champion House with my brother. The sadness in my eyes faded, and my sister found joy again! " Familiar words ring in my ears, and familiar figures stand in front of me.
Postscript: Swallows fall, spring blossoms, and magpie branches bring good news. Catkin floats with the wind, and the worries in my heart disappear with the wind. Laugh and watch the flowers bloom again!
2. Semi-propositional composition poetry-"Say" I am a sixth-grade primary school student. I took the unified exam last week. The topic is thank you for your semi-propositional composition-* *. I added poetry, and I got full marks. I usually like to write lyric prose, but I know nothing about learning. Please forgive my sister.
Thank you.-Poetry
I have always loved you-a poem in my heart.
I have been thinking of you-the poem in my heart.
Many people are trying to determine your extension and interpret your connotation, but I can only haunt your skin with my own feelings, feel your breadth and listen to your heartbeat.
I know you are striding out of the rings of the years. & gt； Every sentence flashes the wisdom of the sages, and the profoundness of history is engraved one after another. You once drowned yourself with Qu Yuan, drank with Li Bai, shouted with Lu Xun, and went boating on the lake with Xu Zhimo. .
No, you are not only a saint, but also a gorgeous and charming nature.
The color of nature is a beautiful dress, always embellishing your enchanting and touching your heartstrings. "The rain in the sky is crisp as crisp, and the grass in the distance is near, but there is nothing" is your outstanding charm; "Waiting for the east wind is always spring" is a beautiful image of your pavilion; "The bird is startled when the moon rises, and the spring is singing" is your unique melody. . You are pulling my body all the time and influencing my thoughts all the time. You are my soul! Poetry.
No, you not only have the beauty and charm of nature, but also have a variety of life rhythms.
The dark backbone of our ancestors is your real opposite; The rambling of rural women is your simple coat; Cowherd's crisp and melodious singing embellishes your exquisiteness; The joy of the villagers' harvest reflects your flawless smiling face. You have the literary talent of the sages, the gorgeous charm of nature, and the rhythm of life with thousands of customs. Dance! My poem.
Your broadness, your profundity, your connotation and your brilliance have given me calmness, courage and wisdom. Thank you-wonderful poem!
Poetry, my angel, everything to me, I feel you with my heart and understand you with my whole life! Dance, the poem in my heart!
3. China praised poems and songs. Are China's ancient books the motherland?
Poems praising the motherland:
A breezy autumn wind! Blow! Blow!
I want to praise the flowers of my motherland.
I want to praise my flowery motherland!
Please blow my words into a bunch of flowers,
Yellow in gold, white in jade, green in spring, purple in autumn,
Ode to the Motherland
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Time carries the footsteps of history.
The earth has accumulated the essence of civilization.
I walked at the beginning of the century.
Think of the motherland, full of * * *
Motherland-
here
I play a song for you.
Motherland, motherland-
You are the accumulation of a thousand years of history.
The confluence of civilizations.
You are the waterfall in Hukou of the Yellow River.
Snow covers the Tianshan Mountains.
You are dignified and profound.
Broad and broad
The surging river is your breath.
The boiling ocean is your blood.
You are the theme of the world.
Is everything in my life.
Motherland, motherland-
You are the cry of Tiananmen Gate.
The flaming flame of socialism
You are the horn of the people's revolution.
Sailing through the wind and waves
... and blow everything away,
Blow colorful, filled the sky, spread all over the earth!
My motherland,
My beloved motherland.
You are a rooster with your head held high, awakening the silence of the dawn.
You are a soaring dragon-the wind and cloud of the all-round era.
You are a lion, dancing the glory of China.
You are the origin of human wisdom-igniting the spark of civilization.
You have a sacred name,
That's China!
That's China, my motherland.
My beloved motherland.
I love my motherland deeply,
The beating heart has been beating for 5 thousand years,
I love my motherland deeply,
Surging blood rushed to the waves of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River,
I love my motherland deeply,
Yellow skin is printed with the color left by ancestors,
I love my motherland deeply,
Black eyes reveal a humble smile,
I love my motherland deeply,
Strong personality, tall and straight,
I love my motherland deeply,
The vast sea border is full of all my sustenance.
My motherland,
Lovely China,
You made a glorious history,
You raised a great country.
I'm proud of your age,
The wind of a thousand years can't break your tall and straight back,
I'm proud of your strength,
Resist internal troubles and foreign invasion, and go through the years.
I'm proud of your light,
The Chinese nation firmly grasps its own destiny,
I'm proud of your spirit,
Reform and opening up are magnificent.
Lovely motherland,
Wherever I go,
I hold your arm of strength,
No matter where I live,
You have warmed my heart.
Lovely motherland,
You are the helmsman of the new century,
You use speed, you use strength,
Create miracles that shock the world.
You work hard and use your wisdom,
Has carried on another more brilliant development!
Motherland, motherland,
You are always full of hope,
Motherland, motherland,
You are always full of vigor and vitality!
4.300 words of beautiful poetry prose (article), please enter your answer.
Change, be strange, forget. Repeatedly pestering the indifferent smile.
Inadvertently missed the end of the season, always like a scar on my heart. Suddenly lost, suddenly lost.
Indifferent to memories, indifferent to memories. Always put on a pure smile in luxury, as if that could cover up the past.
Many years later, I heard my father sigh: you are a stranger and have grown up. Many years later, I heard my friend's sadness: you are cold and changed.
Many years later, I heard his parting words: you are bored, bored. Life is a never-ending train. It has been passing by different scenery, and the windows and roofs are stained with mottled gray.
At first, it was full of youthful light green, and time impact washing turned into dark green. The passengers in the car are constantly changing. At first, they were just simple children, full of naive expectations.
Halfway through, he was a young and frivolous scholar, full of confusion and sadness. The last road is just a lonely experience, and full of memories is also nostalgia.
When I got off at the end, I suddenly found that the road I was driving was so far away and so beautiful. It turned out that Xin Ran's track was covered with weeds, covering the track.
Then the people who have been with you on the train will look at you gloomily and say with emotion: you have changed, matured and experienced vicissitudes. Life is always changing, but why do you hear a cold sentence: you have changed.
My heart is always filled with emotion, and then I pull up a reluctant wry smile. I used to be young and frivolous.
Desperate to put friends first. After all, I was black and blue, with tears streaming down my face.
Nowadays, words encroach on life. The dream of guarding friends fades away day by day.
Maybe I was wrong when I was stubborn. I still want to dig out sadness with words, instead of staring at their backs and crying alone.
Understatement, clear and clear. A pure smile, a good mood.
I will stick to kites woven with words regardless. One day, I will see a pure white kite floating in the sky.
The lush grass around us is intertwined with the cool breeze. Dry your tears and smile.
Dry the sadness and paint the beauty. This is a beautiful dream, and I will stick to it all the time.
5. Look for articles with poems and songs as the theme, which are cold and clear and sad. It is the most difficult time to rest when it is warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind. The geese are sad, but they are old acquaintances. The yellow flowers on the ground are piled up and gaunt. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is whispering, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence?
She wrote this word after her husband died. In her early works, she also wrote sadness, but it was only the sadness of birth and separation, personal sadness, and this one wrote the sadness of death, eternal sadness, personal pain and the prosperity of the motherland.
"Egdu" seems to be an "old acquaintance". In autumn, geese go from north to south, and Li Qingzhao is also a northerner, taking refuge in the south. She wrote a lot about geese, such as "Who sent a brocade book?" in her early years. The word "wild goose" returns, and the moon is full of the West Building, which is "full of sorrow". Although they are also full of sadness, they contain sweet memories and hope of meeting each other. This song shows a kind of despair and extreme sadness. Looking up, you can see the geese crossing the Liao Dynasty, and looking down, you can see flowers everywhere. Although the chrysanthemums are extremely lush and even piled on the branches, they have withered now. In previous years, when chrysanthemums were in full bloom, they were picked and put on their heads. Now, who has this way of celebrating?
Sudden wind deceives people, faint wine is useless, geese meet old friends, chrysanthemums cause new worries, and what they see, hear and feel makes people sad. "Look out the window, why are you alone?" At dusk, the autumn rain phoenix tree will only add more worries. The "whispers" and "dribs and drabs" are also the faint and desolate sounds that can only be heard by "window guards" in this extremely silent dusk. For a sad person, raindrops not only drop into the ears, but also into the heart. The whole dusk, so little by little, when will it end? How long before dark? Isn't it still like this when it gets dark? This scene, is it "a sad word" can include it?
6. In the semi-propositional composition poems and songs, I saw my growth from poems, and I love reciting poems.
When I was studying, I never took a book in my hand. I just stood on the stool in front of the bath and shook my head like a poet and said, "It's suspected that the Milky Way has fallen for nine days." At this time, I have an unprecedented great sense of satisfaction, as if I wrote it, which filled me with self-confidence, and my self-confidence began at that time.
I still remember that I did badly in an exam in my second grade. My teacher criticized me and my parents beat and scolded me. I was very depressed and discouraged. But when I went back to my room and opened the book 300 Tang Poems, all my smiles came back to my face.
Because I saw a sentence: "There is no doubt that there is no road and there is another village." Yes, sometimes fate likes to play tricks on people.
Maybe next time I will do better than before. Poetry gives me the courage to face difficulties bravely.
"I was born with talent, and I will come back when the money is gone." Strolling through Li Bai's poems, I read the momentum of "one person should open it, but ten thousand people can't force it", realized the freshness of "clear water leaves hibiscus, and naturally carves it", and saw the sadness of "looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then sinking, and I suddenly thought of home".
Poetry gives me endless emotions. "Flowers fade all over the sky. Who has pity when the fragrance dies? " Wandering in Lin Daiyu's poems, I read the sadness of "spitting incense at the moon", the despair of "the wind and sword can't bear each other" and the sadness of "I don't know who buried the flowers today".
Poetry tells me how happy I am in wordless form. Poetry is a beautiful flower blooming in this dust.
Poetry has accompanied me through twelve spring and autumn periods, and it has accompanied me to grow up.
7. Classical poetry strives for good results-Tang Wang Changling, the masterpiece of the seven wonders of Tang poetry-Qin Qijue Yueguan, but the Long March people did not return.
If Wei Qing, who attacked Longcheng, and Li Guang, the flying general, were alive today, the Huns would not be allowed to go south to spend their horses in Yinshan. Moonlight on the Spring River-A Lonely Chapter on the Spring Tide Throughout the prosperous Tang Dynasty, the bright moon on the sea was born in the tide.
I drift thousands of miles, where there is no moonlight by the river? The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel. Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion.
There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky. Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year? Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year.
I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water. The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss.
Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building? Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror. The curtain of the jade pot could not be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil.
At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month. Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water.
Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned. In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west.
The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite. I wonder how many people will return every month. Falling flowers shake trees all over the river.
Qiu Si in Tianjingsha-Ma Zhiyuan, the ancestor of Qiu Si, is a faint crow with withered vines and old trees, with flowing water on a small bridge and a thin horse and a west wind on an ancient road. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
In August, at the first sound of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, Prime Minister Alina Zhang Haoran came to Dongting Lake, where the lake is in the same strain as heaven. Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang.
I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age. Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish.
One autumn night in the deep mountains, an empty mountain after the rain, standing in the autumn evening. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
I went to Tang's bike and asked, it is another country that has lived for a long time. Pengpeng also floated out of Korea, and the geese heading north also flew into the sky.
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen. When I arrived at the small pass, I met a spy waiting for the knight and told me that Dou Hu was in Yan.
In the Tang Dynasty, a song "Snow White Farewell to Tian Shuji Wu's Home", the north wind blows, the white grass is torn down, and In the snow crosses the Tatar sky. Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom.
Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin. The bow became stiff and almost impossible to pull out, and the metal of the armor condensed on people.
The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy. In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment.
In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag. Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow.
I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints. I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, each with a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it. Nian Nujiao. In the Song Dynasty, Su Shi missed the ancient Chibi River and never returned.
Old camp west, people say it's the war of the Three Kingdoms, Battle of Red Cliffs. The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow.
The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once. Looking back on Zhou Yu's spring breeze era, young and beautiful Joe just married him, and he was full of heroic spirit.
Feather fan nylon scarf, talking and laughing, lost in the smoke. I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely.
Life is like a dream, sprinkle a glass of wine to pay tribute to the bright moon on the river. When will Su Shi, the head of Shuidiao Song, have a bright moon? I take my glass from a distance.
I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade.
Dance to find out what shadows look like on the earth. The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self.
The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
If you don't see the wine in the Tang Dynasty, how can the water of the Yellow River move out of heaven and enter the ocean? It's gone forever. Have you noticed that the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is silky black in the morning, has turned into snow at night.
Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! . Since God has given talents, let them be used! As for the money, although it is scattered, it will get together again.
Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen your appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, take a big drink! . Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, bring the wine in! Let your cup never stop! .
Let me sing you a song! , let your ears participate! . What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? I hope I will never wake up.
Ancient sober people and sages were forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized. Chen bought a barrel of wine with 10 thousand gold coins at a banquet in the temple, and everyone laughed and said one-liners
Why do you say, my master, your money is gone? , to buy wine, we drink together! . Five flower horses, Hsi Chin, give them to the boy in exchange for good wine. Whatever you want, sell eternal sorrow.
Li Bai took out a pot of wine from the flowers and I drank it alone. No one is with me. Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.
The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind. I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.
The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering. When you are awake, you are happy together, and when you are drunk, you go your separate ways.
I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way. Du Fu's two orioles sing green willows, and a line of egrets rise to the sky. Among them is Du Fu's "Sobbing from an Ape in the Wide Sky in the Strong Wind, Birds Return Home on the White Sands in clear lake".
The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably. The majesty of Mount Tai in Wangfu! Endless green spans Qilu and Qilu. ..
The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north. Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes. ..
Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet. Operator Yongmei Song Lu Yui broke the bridge outside, lonely and empty.
It's dusk. I'm alone. It's windy and rainy. Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care.
Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual.
8. Ask about the description of ancient times. Glory Qiuju, Song Chun, Hua Mao. Like a light Yun Zheyue, like the wind flowing back to the snow. Looking from a distance, if the sunrise rises; If you are forced to check it, it will burn like a wave. If you are satisfied with the fiber, you will shorten the fit. If the shoulders are cut, the waist is as good as the elements. Neck stretching looks good, and its quality is exposed. If you don't add Fang Ze, you will get rich in lead. The clouds are towering and the eyebrows are repaired. Red lips are bright outside, white teeth are fresh inside, bright eyes are good at looking, and cymbals help. Elegant, elegant and quiet. Tender as water, charming language. Stunning clothes are outstanding, and the bone image should be mapped. The glory of wearing a sweater is the glory of Yao and Bi. Wear jade jewelry and embellish pearls to show off your figure.
Lingbo micro-step, Luo socks dust. Unstable is dangerous, and dangerous is safe. Enter a difficult period, if you go, if you return. Into liquid sperm, smooth and beautiful. If you don't spit, you will be angry. Huarong is graceful,
Move your lips and be Yan Xu.
Luo Mei was full of tears.
Asuyama overlaps gold, and the clouds want fragrant snow. Too lazy to draw a moth eyebrow, too late to make up and wash.
Look in the mirror before and after the flowers, and look at the flowers. The new post is embroidered with lolo, all of which are golden partridges.
Seeing each other rarely, remembering each other for a long time, eyebrows are as light as willow. Chuicui curtain, knot concentric, assistant minister embroidered quilt.
Last month, the city was as white as snow, the cicada beauty was sad, the palace tree was dark, the magpie bridge was horizontal, and the jade brand was announced first.
At night, when the moon comes, it is only noon, and the heavy curtain is silent. The deep-flowered musk deer has a long cigarette and a light makeup when lying down.
I still cherish myself in those days, but I can still remember the past. The moon is bright, and the brocade knows the cold.
Peony flowers rest, poplar is full of courtyard. Memories of dreams are hard to realize, and the lights in the back window are half bright and half dark.
Jade and gold press the face, and loneliness and fragrance cover the face. People are far from tears, and swallow the spring.